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Bella Morris Vine was her name; she was young when it happened, only 15. Despite her age Bella Morris Vine had hopes and dreams, quite realistic ones. Unlike most girls her age Bella Morris Vine didn't dream of being a rock star or a supermodel; she dreamed of writing music, raising her children and growing old with her true love, simple enough.
'Why dream big and get nothing when you can dream small and get everything'… Those were the last words she spoke before she went quiet. That was what she believed.
She never expected much from her life, she planned out every second of every day. She never relied on her parents; they hardly knew each other… And so while her parents slumbered during the early hours of the morning Bella Morris Vine was wide awake getting ready for school.
She would wake up at the early hour of 6:00 every morning and make her bed. Shortly after she would take a shower and get dressed before combing her long hair.
When she was washed and clothed she would make her way through the hallway and down the narrow stairwell quietly, careful not to disturb the slumber of her parents.
Then Bella Morris Vine would prepare her own breakfast; she would boil the kettle and light the stove to make tea and eggs on toast before sitting down to eat, brushing her teeth once more and leaving for school.
Despite her organisation Bella Morris Vine was far from normal. Her family was poor and her parents lazy. They didn't care for her… It was her responsibility to take money from the bank and buy the groceries and other household necessities and it was up to her to forge signatures on permission slips for school.
Bella Morris Vine lived in 'The Pink Palace' with her parents. The Pink Palace was also home to the 'Big son family' and Mr Bobinski.
The Pink Palace was a ghastly place… Still is. A huge pink building, with a huge garden; Sounds nice, but really isn't… The garden is just mud and dead leaves stretching all the way to the forest and the house is old and… you could say creepy.
The owner of the pink palace lives just down the hill with her grandson, 'Wybie', short for 'Why Were You Born'… Wybie was kind to Bella Morris Vine; she liked to talk to him from time to time… He was the only one. He had some interesting stories to tell.
She was quiet and kept to herself, she didn't have any friends at school, she didn't raise her hand, she didn't speak… Bella Morris Vine didn't speak to anyone, except for Cora and Wybie.
Cora was a peculiar creature, Much like Bella Morris Vine. Cora was a cat and he too never spoke to anyone, except for Bella Morris Vine and Wybie.
The day Bella Morris Vine met Cora and Wybie… Her life changed forever.
Bella Morris Vine was walking to school one cold winter morning. School was on the other side of town so she had decided to take the shortcut through the forest. As usual Bella Morris Vine was running early and decided to stop by her favourite tree to read for a while.
She walked up to the huge Old Oak and sat down by its roots in a chair shaped groove… Her chair shaped groove. She liked to sit there and read aloud her favourite book, 'Majesty's book of poems'…
The only time she spoke was when she read from her little book, when she was alone…
… 'Lured into his trap, tied to him by love; my captor my saviour. Given the chance to leave I wouldn't… I trust you with my heart, never with my life. All my sanity is gone, take me with your knife, and kiss me to sleep'… She read
A looming figure caught her eye in the fog; it stirred in the distance… Bella Morris Vine looked up from her book and scanned the forest, she then looked at her watch; She had plenty of time.
She began to read louder, the figure began to hiss, it came closer to where she sat.
…'And by a spider I shall be trapped like a fly'… She read.
She slammed her book shut and looked out in to the fog… Suddenly the mysterious figure appeared before her. It was a cat.
'Hey kitty, what are you doing all the way out here?' She covered her mouth completely… Bella Morris Vine had spoken to another being for the first time in 4 months...
She looked to the ground and frowned before deciding to give in and talk to the cat.
'I haven't seen you round… What's your name?' She asked, not expecting a reply.
'Why don't you tell me Bella Morris Vine' the cat said its voice most proper, like a real gentleman. He was obviously male.
Bella Morris Vine jumped up in surprise, dropping her book in a muddy puddle to her left…
Another figure appeared, bending over to pick up her book. He was a tall boy with a slight hunchback, dark skin and curly hair. At least two years older than Bella... She began to blush.
He dried the book with his coat and handed it to her.
'Here, you dropped something,' He said as he passed her the book, only looking up at her when the book was in her hands.
'Wow… You sure are pretty for a fly' He said in amazement.
'…Uhm, wow, and thanks I guess…?' Bella Morris Vine didn't talk to people. She was the quiet one, but on this day she decided to give it up and start living again.
'What's your name?'
Bella Morris Vine began to blush more, it was uncontrollable.
'…it's Bella Morri-…' She stopped, she had to get used to Bella, just Bella 'Bella, just Bella'
'Okay then, just Bella,' He said jokingly 'I'm Wybie, just Wybie' He laughed a bit and winked at her.
Bella had almost forgotten entirely about the cat who sat to her right staring up at them both.
'You're the landlord's grandson! I live in the pink palace… I hear rumours about the place but it's seems fine to me' Bella was the talkative type really, and the fact that she hadn't spoken to anyone for four months gave her a lot to talk about, a lot to tell people.
'You live in the pink palace?'
'Yea, my parents and I moved in last Tuesday… You live just down the hill don't you? I guess we're neighbours'
'You're cat… He uhm, he talks…?' Bella remembered the word he spoke to her… He had said her name!
'Yea, he's not really my cat; I kind of keep him as a pet though…' He said 'He's only ever spoken to me, if he spoke to you, you must be pretty special' He smiled then, he had the nicest smile Bella had ever seen, and the whitest teeth… He was lovely, perfect, Bella thought.
'Does he have a name?' She asked him politely.
'For a few years I called him cat, just cat…' He looked down, puzzled… sad 'But, it's a long story… Now I call him Cora'
'Long story, what story?' Bella was interested, curious… She had always been a curious child.
'Don't worry, hey; were you on your way to the school?'
'Yea actually, Milena Secondary College; It's my first day' She told him cheerily.
'Great, I can walk with you then' he said.
'You go there too?' Bella asked.
'Of course, it's the only high school anywhere near this place' He said, must be a small town, Bella Thought.
'Really, I haven't really been through town, my parents told me about the shortcut through the forest though'
'Cool, what year are you in anyway?' Wybie said, Bella didn't want to tell him, he had to be at least two years older than her.
'Aha, I'm only in year 9, you look a lot older' Bella said sadly.
'Nah, I'm a niner too, turning 16 though… I missed a year'
'Missed a year?' Bella was curious; she was asking too many questions again. Bella was glad Wybie was a niner too, maybe they would be in the same grade…
'Another long story…'
'Will I ever get to hear any of these 'long stories' Wybie?' Bella asked.
'Tomorrow, we can meet here after school and talk then…' Wybie suggested Bella was pleased; she would look forward to it.
They continued to walk to school, Cora, the cat, had left a while ago and Bella was so happy talking to Wybie she didn't even realise, she was so happy talking to him she didn't recall the Cora ever talking to her.
